


We're Halfway There

by FandomsAreLife8_26_91



Series: Time is Priceless [2]
Category: Teen Wolf (TV)
Genre: BAMF Malia, BAMF Stiles, Derek Smiles, Derek is Not a Failwolf, Derek is a Softie, Detective Stiles, Evil Theo, Good Peter, M/M, Magical Stiles Stilinski, Pack Mother Stiles Stilinski, Peter is a Little Shit, Protective Derek, Protective Isaac, Protective Jackson, Protective Malia, Protective Peter, Puppy Isaac, Stiles Has Nightmares, Stiles Has Panic Attacks, evil kira, evil scott
Language: English
Status: In-Progress
Published: 2016-05-24
Updated: 2017-02-02
Packaged: 2018-06-10 13:00:31
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Chapters: 5
Words: 4,286
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/6957490
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/FandomsAreLife8_26_91/pseuds/FandomsAreLife8_26_91
Summary: <blockquote class="userstuff">
              <p>Stiles is finally happy. With a bachelor degree in criminal justice, he is exceeding as one of California’s best detectives, for the mortal as well as the supernatural world. He has a loving pack and mate. What else could he ask for but to be married to his lover. But, when an old friend turned enemy makes their way back into his life, it seems like he’s not a confident young man, but an insecure teenage boy once again.</p><p>This takes place six years after the first installment “This is Just the Beginning”. You will need to read that first if you haven’t already, because nothing will make sense.</p>
            </blockquote>





	1. The Break Out

**Author's Note:**

> This is going to be a long fanfiction with many chapters, but I promise you, I will not abandon this fic. I will try to update at least once a week, probably more. I hope you guys will like this fanfiction.
> 
> Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters except the ones I made up. All rights go to Jeff Davis.

Scott laid in his cot, staring at the grey walls of his cell. It had been six years since he’d been put in jail. _All because of a stupid, ugly, dramatic, weak, coward named Stiles. If only we had succeeded at killing Derek._ These thoughts are what kept Scott going. They fed his anger, and his anger is what fueled him to not give up. Because he will not give up until Stiles has suffered what Scott himself has suffered.

Kira shared a cell with Tracy, Josh had a cell by himself, and Scott shared one with Theo. None of them could even try to escape, the wolfsbane coated bars and walls being too strong.

The guard on duty walked by. He had dark skin and short, black hair. “You know, werewolves like you are the reason why hunters think so lowly of us. You’re the reason why we have to be so careful about who we tell the truth.”

“Why would you care?” Theo asked.

The guard pulled out a photo of beautiful girl that looked around age 13. “This is my daughter, Ceyonne. She was born a werewolf because of me.” He flashed his eyes yellow.“She had done nothing wrong, she was only thirteen. But still, the hunters found us and they managed to kill her, and my wife, and she was human! And because of werewolves like you, you made the word werewolf equivalent to murderer. I’m glad you’re in this cell, you deserve it.” He took their food and dropped it in their cell. “Oops, sorry.” He said in the most sarcastic way possible. He walked off.

That’s when they heard a gun shot and somebody screaming.

They couldn’t see what was happening because then suddenly the power went off.

 

The Hale pack had became famous. They put fear in the evil and hope in the innocent. With Chris joining them, other hunters started rethink their code. The supernatural had become bigger and more worldly. There were code names, special shops, and even meetings with the bigger packs across the world. There were special radio and TV channels that only the supernatural could access. There were schools, jails, and hospitals, that were made specifically for the supernatural, but could be used by humans if they were in the know. And sometimes there are detectives. Ones that can be for the supernatural or mortals. For example, Stiles.

 

Stiles was in the middle of rereading a _really_ good book(the fifth Harry Potter book, for the fourteenth time, this year) when someone knocked on his office door. 

“Who is it?” Stiles asked as he put his book down.

“The sheriff.” Came the familiar voice of his dad.

“You know, you can just say “your dad” and I’ll still know who you’re talking about.” Stiles responded as he opened the door.

“Yeah, well, that wouldn’t be very professional know would it, Mr. Stilinski?”

Stiles rolled his eyes. “And when have I been the professional type?”

John chuckled. “C’mon, there’s a case you need to look at.”

And it was quite the case. A lady at the age of sixty-three found dead on her kitchen floor. The medics assumed heart attack, but Melissa snuck Deaton in so he could take a closer look at her. Deaton found a mark on her wrist. It could have been easily looked over and could have been classified as a birthmark, but, it seemed important to Deaton.

“Do we have a picture of the mark?” Stiles asked his dad.

“Yeah, right here.” John placed a photo in front of Stiles. 

“Huh, I’ve never seen that mark before.”

“Neither have I.”

“I think I’m going to take this case home, do some research, see if that mark means something.”

“Okay, see you later.”

“Yeah, see ya.”

 

Scott had a small feeling of hope. _What if somebody’s going to finally break me out of here?_ He thought. Scott heard footsteps come towards Theo and Scott’s cell. They heard a loud clang and the sound of a cell door being opened. A flashlight was turned on.

“Hello boys, I thought you could help an old man out.”

It was Gerard.


	2. The Proposal

**Summary for the Chapter:**

> Derek plans on proposing to Stiles. Does it go as planned?

_ _

_“Tonight we are victorious, champagne pouring over us, all my friends are glorious, tonight we are victorious.”_ You could hear Stiles singing along to the radio. He actually was pretty good, but only his dad, his mom, and Derek knew that.

When Stiles was getting ready to go to college, his dad decided that he was not going to let his son drive that blue, disastrous, hunk of jeep (his words, not mine) to a college a thousand miles away from home. So, with the help of Derek, they bought him a blue Ford Focus.

Stiles pulled into the driveway of the Hale residence. Over the years, they made the loft look more like a mansion than just a building. The walls were now wood painted dark red. There was an actual roof with black roof tiles. The windows were clean. The front door was a light shade of blue, and there was an actual yard with a garden. 

Stiles walked up the concrete steps and unlocked the door to go in. “Derek! I’m home and heading towards the kitchen!” He yelled. “It’s not like you already knew.” Stiles muttered, referring to his lover’s werewolf senses. He walked into the kitchen and got a glass of water as he laid his stuff from work down on the kitchen island.

“Hey babe,” Derek said as he walked in, “how was work today?” He wrapped his arms around his mate.

Stiles leaned into the touch. “The same as always, but I did get a case that’s most likely related to the supernatural.”

“Really?” 

“Yep. Here, read it yourself.”

“I thought I’m not aloud to.”

Stiles gave him an “are you kidding me” face. “And when have I ever cared about “not supposed to”. Dude, it’s the supernatural, who cares.”

“I guess you’re right.”

“Yeah, I am, like always.”

 

Scott and the rest of his jail buddies were sitting at a table in some house with Gerard. 

“What do you want, Gerard?” Scott asked.

“To finally see the Hales dead.”

“Couldn’t agree with you more.” Scott replied.

“All we need to do is to weaken what’s holding them together.” Gerard stated.

“Stiles.” Kira informed

“Don’t worry, when he finds out we’ve escaped, he’ll start freaking out and will be a mess, which is when we can strike.”

 

“Do you have a photo of the mark?” Derek asked.

“Yeah, right here.”

“I recognize that symbol.” Derek observed.

“You do?” Stiles asked.

“Yeah, but I don’t know why.

“Maybe we can ask Chris later, he might know something.

“Yeah, but in the mean time, let’s go somewhere.

“Where?” Stiles asked, curious

“It’s a surprise.”

 

The sheriff was getting ready to end his shift we he got the alert.

“The Beacon Hills Jail for the Supernatural has been broken into. Five criminals have escaped. Kira Yukimura, a kitsune. Tracy Stewart, a chimera. Josh Diaz, a chimera. Theo Raeken, a werewolf/chimera. Scott McCall, an alpha werewolf. We need Sheriff Stilinski to warn the Hale pack. All agents need to be looking for these criminals. They are dangerous. Wolfsbane can weaken all of them. We repeat. The Hale pack needs to be warned. We suspect they will try to go after them once again.”

“Oh, no.” John muttered. 

“Sheriff!” Came Parrish’s voice, “Did you get the alert?”

“Yeah.”

“You know what today is, don’t you?”

“Yep.” Today was the day that Derek was going to propose to Stiles.

“Do we still tell them?”

“Yeah,” the sheriff sighed, “it’s our job. But I’ll text Derek, he might take it better.”

“Yes sir.”

 **TO DEREK:** We just got an alert, Scott and the rest escaped. 

 

“Are we there yet?” Stiles asked.

“Almost.” Derek replied. They had been walking through the preserve for ten minutes. “Here we are.”

“Whoa…” Stiles gasped. In the trees were stings of lights and other beautiful decorations. In the middle of it all was a brown table for two. On top of it was a vase filled with red tiger lilies, two plates of delicious looking food, two champagne glasses, and a bottle of some fancy wine. There was romantic music playing, probably Harry Connick Jr.

Stiles realized. “This is where-”

“-where we first met.” Derek finished. “You were just as awkward then as you are now.”

“Hey, what would you be like if you just met a real life Adonis in the woods.”

Derek laughed and it made Stiles’ heart flutter.

“Why all of this Derek? I didn’t forget some really important date did I?”

“No, I just wanted to do something special for you.”

They sat down and ate, enjoying the company of each other when after a little bit Derek decided that it was time.

“Stiles?”

“Yeah?”

“We’ve been dating for awhile now, six years to be exact. Well, I’ve decided that it’s time to take another big step. You and I have been through so much together. I’ve seen you grown from an insecure teenage boy to a confident young man, living life as one of the greatest detectives in California. All I’ve ever wanted to do since we started dating was to be close to you, to help you when you needed it. You are the best boyfriend in the world, Sti, and all I want to do is grow old with you.” Stiles already had tears in his eyes. “So,” Derek got on one knee and pulled out a ring with an emerald on it. “Stiles Stilinski, will you marry me?”

Stiles smiled with joy and got down and hugged Derek tight, never letting go. 

“I assume that’s a yes?”

“Yes, yes, I’ll marry you. I love you so much.”

“I love you, too.” 

Too bad the moment was ruined when Derek got a single text.

 **From John:**  We just got an alert, Scott and the rest escaped. 

“Oh no.” Derek whispered.

“What? What is it, Der?” Stiles asked worriedly.

“Scott and the rest have escaped.”

It’s been six years since Stiles has had a panic attack. But, that doesn’t mean he’s forgot what they felt like.


	3. The Mark

**Summary for the Chapter:**

> Stiles uses the case as a distraction. Will they figure out what the photo means?

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> Sorry this has taken so long to update, I've just been really busy and I haven't had good inspiration until now.

After Stiles had calmed down, they headed back to the house. 

Derek tried to make light of the situation, he didn’t want to throw away all of the progress Stiles has made because of one stupid alpha.

“Hey, Sti, are you okay?” Derek asked gently.

“No, I just had a freaking panic attack!” Stiles yelled.

Derek, who was used to Stiles’ outbursts, took his lover into his arms, knowing he needed to let it all out. And he did.

“I’m scared Derek.” Stiles whispered.

“I know, I know. But don’t worry, they won’t hurt you. I won’t let them. Just relax, and let the pack and the police find them. You can just solve your other cases and forget-”

“The case!” Stiles interrupted.

“What?” Derek asked, bewildered.

“The case I’m supposed to be working on! The one with the strange mark and a dead old lady! C’mon.” Stiles pulled Derek into the kitchen.

“We need to figure out what the heck this mark means.” Stiles said.

Derek was glad how a case could make Stiles forget everything bad around him and make him focus on something else.

“Derek, hello? Derek.” Stiles was waving his hand in front of Derek’s face, causing Derek to get out of his train of thought.

“You okay there, Der?” Stiles asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine, I was just thinking. What did you say?”

“I asked if you think maybe we should call Argent, you know, since he has a lot of experience with this stuff.”

“That sounds like a good idea. Why don’t you go make some tea while I call him.”

“Okay.” Stiles agreed.

 

After Gerard had told them of his plans, he let them all get cleaned up and rested. It was just Scott and Theo in their bedroom, and Theo decided it was time to tell Scott his original plans when he first came to Beacon Hills. “Hey, Scott?”

“Yeah?”

“I need to tell you why I came to Beacon Hills in the first place.”

“Okay, I’m listening.”

“When we were in the fourth grade, I had developed this crush on Stiles, but I couldn’t do about it because, well, you know, Stiles was head over heals for Lydia. But, when I was with the Dread Doctors, I was able to watch you guys with the their equipment, and I saw how Stiles had moved onto Derek, and I knew I needed to return to Beacon Hills before it was too late. My original plan was to make him hate you, so I could swoop in and act like the hero, as someone who understands. That didn’t work though, because right at that moment Derek came back, and stole everything I worked for away.”

“That’s why you wanted Derek to be killed, and not Stiles.” Scott guessed.

“Yeah, that’s why. I want Stiles for my own.”

“I have a plan, and it will help us all get what we want.”

 

Chris came over a few minutes after Stiles had called. He knocked on the blue door, waiting for a signal to go in. Derek was the one who answered. “Hey Chris.”

“Hey, Derek. You called me.” Chris said.

“Yeah, come in.”

Stiles was studying the photo when Chris entered the kitchen. Stiles looked up. “Hey, can you take a look at this photo?”

“Yeah, sure.” Chris only took a quick glance and he knew what it was. “It’s the symbol of the Argents. It’s an old tradition, after you kill your enemy, you put this mark on them, but I never followed it.”

“Uh, Chris?” Stiles asked.

“Yeah?”

“Are their any Argents left?”

“No, except for Gerard and I, why?”

“Because this mark was found on the body of an old lady just the other day.”

“Oh, no.” Chris whispered, “That means-”

“That Gerard has escaped from that old people house thingy.” Stiles finished. 

“A nursing home?” Derek said.

“Yeah, that.” Stiles responded. “Wait a minute, what if Gerard is the one that helped Scott and the rest escape?”

“Wait what?” Chris asked, “Scott has escaped?”

“Yeah, we just heard a few minutes ago.” Derek answered. “We probably need to tell the rest of the pack, Sti.”

“Yeah, we can do that later, though. We need to figure out why Gerard helped Scott escape.”

“He probably wants to finish what Kate started, to kill all of the Hales.”

“Perfect.” Stiles sighed. “Thanks, Chris, we appreciate the help.”

“You’re welcome, anything for pack. I gotta go, I promised I’d help your dad with searching a warehouse for something.”

“Okay.”

Once Chris left, it was only Derek and Stiles once again. 

“Stiles,” Derek started, “if Gerard wants to kill all of the Hales, that includes you know.”

“We’re not married _yet_.” Stiles pointed out.

“It’s Gerard, it won’t matter to him. Anyone who is close to me, Peter, or Malia, is in danger.”

“I’ll be fine, I’m not a weak teenager anymore.”

“No, you aren’t, and you never were, but, that doesn’t mean you can’t get hurt.”

“Fine then, what do you want me to say? That I won’t go outside the house? That I’ll give up my freedom? My job!” Stiles yelled.

“No,” Derek calmly responded, “I want you to say that you’ll be careful.”

“I’m always careful.” Stiles claimed.

Derek gave him a look that said, “Yeah, right.”

“I am!” Stiles exclaimed.

“Yeah, and I _love_ Justin Bieber.”

Stiles glared at him. “Fine, big guy, you win.” Stiles made his way to the bathroom. 

“Where are you going?” Derek asked.

“To take a shower.” Stiles responded.

“That sounds nice.”

“And a big, bad alpha with the last name of Hale is going to join me.”

“That sounds nice, too.” Derek said as he rushed to follow his fiancé.

“Looks like somebody’s in a hurry.”

“Shut up.”

 

Here’s my plan.” Scott started. “I want Stiles to suffer because he put me in jail, you want Stiles for your own, Gerard wants the Hales dead, and to solve all of those problems is to kill Derek. So, still, the main focus is Derek’s death, it has been all along.”


	4. The Girl

**Summary for the Chapter:**

> Parrish brings in a girl, what's happened to her?

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> Right after the flashback there is a paragraph with Theo's thoughts. They are very dark, you can skip over them, all you need to know is that they're about Stiles and Theo wanting to rape him basically.

* _flashback_ *  
It happened when they were in fourth grade. It was Valentine's Day, and Stiles had just given Lydia a rose, in hopes of her returning his affection. Like always, it was pointless, but Stiles didn't care. But, he wasn't expecting to find his own Valentine in his locker.

Stiles opened his locker and pulled out a red box with a pink bow. It was filled with Pokémon cards, the ones he needed. It had his favorite candy, M&Ms, and baseball cards all signed by the Mets themselves. Stiles was ecstatic. Then he noticed the card.

_Dear Stiles,  
      Happy Valentine’s Day. I think you're amazing. You're smart, kind, funny, and so beautiful. You probably don't know me, but I know you. I know everything about you. Your bed time is at 9:00 and your favorite TV show is Scooby Doo. I like to watch you, I'd tell you who I am, but that wouldn't be any fun, would it?_

_Your biggest fan,  
T_

Stiles was too young to realize that this should have given off warning signs. He was too happy to know that someone liked him. _Someone likes me like how I like Lydia!_ He was wrong. This person didn't have a crush on him, this person was obsessed with him. This person was watching him from behind the corner, waiting to see Stiles’ reaction. This person was in fact, Theo Raeken.

* _present_ *

Theo was staring at a photo of Stiles he took without him knowing. His features were soft and at peace, unknowing of his invade of privacy. _Oh, what I could do to that body._ Theo thought. _So soft and innocent, I could easily change that. He could be screaming, in pleasure or pain, it doesn't matter. I could tie him up and pound into him, no way for him to escape._

A knock on the door interrupted Theo’s dark and morbid thoughts. It was Scott.

“So, what do you plan on doing to Stiles once you have him for yourself?”

Theo smiled wickedly. “Lots of things. He'll be my little bitch.”

 

 

 

Stiles woke up really thirsty. He looked at the digital clock and it said 2:54 am. He got up, careful not to disturb the sleeping werewolf beside him.

He made his way down the stairs, shivering a little. On his way to the fridge he checked the thermostat.

“Fifty-four degrees! Derek…”, Stiles grumbled empty threats as he turned it up to seventy.

He grabbed a glass of water and drank it all in a matter of seconds. As he was refilling it he saw his engagement ring on his hand. Remembering the night before, Stiles felt a mixture of emotions. Fear and sadness because Scott is out in the world again, but as well as happiness and joy, for that he was going to get married to Derek, his Sourwolf.

He headed back upstairs and climbed into bed, cuddling into the love of his life’s arms. Derek unconsciously growled in content and Stiles just smiled.

 

 

 

Stiles was in his office, testing on blood samples for a case, when Parrish came in with a little girl. She looked to be about eleven or twelve. She had brown hair in pigtails and wore big, round glasses. She had on overalls with a blue and green long-sleeved shirt underneath. Her blue converse were falling apart from wear.

Parrish informed, “This is Annabel Hennig. Her parents were...murdered.”

The girl flinched at the word and Stiles felt a pang of pity, knowing how it felt to lose a parent, he couldn't imagine both of them.

Parrish handed Stiles the case file and left the room swiftly.

Stiles got up from his desk and kneeled in front of the girl. “Hey there, can you tell me what happened?”

Annabel scrunched up her face in pain of the memory. She let out, “I was asleep, then I heard my dad scream and my mom yell. I got out of bed and ran to their room, they were, they were…” She stopped and let a tear down her face.

“Hey, hey, take your time. I understand, here.” Stiles offered his hand and Annabel took it.

She squeezed his hand and Stiles squeezed back gently in reassurance.

“They were dead, their throats bleeding. My brother was crying in his crib and I rushed over, he wasn't injured at all.”

“How old is your brother?”

“Three months.”

“And where is he?”

“In the front in his baby carrier.”

“And how old are you?”

“Thirteen, I'll be fourteen in this summer.”

“Your case is in good hands. Where are you staying for the time being?”

“I think we're going to be put into an orphanage.”

“No.”

“What?”

“You can stay at my place, if you want.”

Annabel nodded quickly. “I bet your place is way better than the orphanage!”

“Come on, follow me, and bring your stuff.”


	5. The Introduction

**Summary for the Chapter:**

> The kids are introduced to Derek and their new temporary home. How does this affect Stiles?

Stiles pulled up in front of his house and Annabel followed suit while carrying her brother, Nico. “Derek!” Stiles yelled loudly when he entered. “I brought the kids I told you about!”

* _flashback_ *

“Hey, Derek.” Stiles greeted over the phone. Parrish was getting all of the papers signed for Stiles. “Is it okay if I bring two small children to the house? It's going to be temporarily, but their parents have been killed and they were left in injured.”

“But why do they have to stay with us?”

“Because if this has to do with the supernatural, and I have a feeling it does, and my feelings are almost always right, then they need to be in our hands, because some stupid orphanage can't protect these kids from what goes bump in the night.”

“Okay.”

“Really? That's it? You're not going to argue? Say how you hate kids?”

“No, because I actually really like kids.” Derek probably said some really important words after that, but that first sentence made time stop for Stiles. An image of him and Derek, raising a family together, witnessing their baby’s first words, watching their girl win the spelling bee, their kids walking to the stage giving their graduation speech. It left an ache in Stiles’ chest, he's always wanted kids, but he always thought that Derek didn't feel the same way.

“Stiles?” Derek asked. “You okay?”

“Y-yeah.” Stiles hated how his voice cracked. “I'll see you later, then you can meet the kids. I love you, bye.”

“Love you, too. Bye.” The call ended.

* _present_ *

“I'm coming!” Derek yelled as he made his way down the stairs.

“Kids, this is Derek, my fiancé. Derek, this is,” Stiles pointed to the girl, “Annabel. And this is Nico.” He pointed to the baby carrier.

“Hi, it's nice to meet you Annabel.” Derek held out his hand to the girl, but she ran up and hugged him instead. Derek was taking by surprise, and it probably showed on his face because Stiles couldn't help but smile. Then he felt the ache again. And that happiness turned to sorrow. Derek sensed it, and gave Stiles a curious look. Stiles waved him off. But Derek was not going to drop it.

 

 

 

“This is your room.” Stiles informed the children.

“Are we sharing?” Annabel asked out of curiosity, not rudeness.

“Yes, I was thinking it'd be better for you, I think if I separate you, you'd suffer from anxiety.”

“Man, you're really smart!” Annabel exclaimed.

Stiles shrugged. “It's nothing, I just took a class on psychology in college. I'm n-”

“No, I think Annabel’s right, you are a genius.” Derek said as he wrapped his arms around Stiles. Then he gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“Ewwww.” Annabel whined. “Kissing is gross!”

Derek laughed at that. “Not when it's with the person you love.” Stiles remembers when he had a similar conversation with his parents. This is what kids do, he thought. They get grossed out when their parents kiss. The thought made his eyes water.

“Stiles?” Derek grabbed his hand worriedly.

“Are you okay, Mr. Stilinski?” Annabel asked.

Stiles forced a smile, “I'm fine, just got something in my eye.” Derek's face fell at the lie, but Annabel didn't notice anything, so she just smiled and took her brother to go look at their temporary room.

“Stiles,” Derek said in a low whisper, “what's wrong.”

Stiles avoided his lover’s eyes, “Nothing, I'm fine, Der-Bear.”

“Mieczyslaw Stilinski, tell me what's wrong or I swear I will rip your throat out with my teeth.”

Stiles looked at Derek with wide, surprised eyes. Derek never used his real name unless he was really upset or worried, or mad.

Derek put his hand on Stiles’ face. “Hey, I'm sorry, you're just really worrying me.” His voice went even quieter, “Is this about Scott?”

“No.” It wasn't a lie. “I'll, I'll tell you later, okay? I-I just can't right now. I haven't even figured out myself.” Stiles huffed out a laugh. “I'll tell you once I figure it out.”

“Promise?”

Stiles put Derek’s hand over his heart. “Promise.”

 

 

 

Gerard, Scott, and Theo stood outside the Hale house.

“Did you kill the kids’ parents?” Scott asked Gerard.

“Yes, they play an important role.”

“How?”

“Stiles will get attached to them, and that will devastate him even more when we kill them.”

“And that'll make it easier for him to submit to me.” Theo added.

“The kids aren't entirely human, either.” Gerard said.

“When do we attack?” Scott asked.

“Tonight.”

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> What do you think's going to happen next?

**Author's Note:**

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